9:14 p.m. :: 2002-07-19
Meeting an 'intimately known' stranger (part 1)
She was finally there. At the caf� where they said they would meet. It was just as she had imagined; open, airy, lit, colourful. She sat down and ordered a juice. She was there early, so she sat at a table propped her legs up onto the chair and got out her book. She read but didn�t absorb any of the information. She was too excited. Her mind flittered over the words, but kept thinking about this mystery man. Her eyes kept darting upwards towards the door whenever any movement was made by another patron.
She wondered whether this was such a good idea. An internet meeting? There were psychos out there, everyone knew that, but she couldn�t believe that of Sean. He seemed so sincere. And she had come this far(literally)� there was no turning back now.
Then a guy walked in and looked around. She saw him out of the corner of her eye but acted nonchalant, unsure about what to do. She took him in. She had never seen him before but she had imagined him, fantasized about him. And now there he was; tall, with light brown hair, wearing shorts and t-shirt looking very relaxed. She, on the other hand, felt her stomach being eaten up by the butterflies inside. He turned around and her eyes darted down onto the page again, but she wasn�t seeing any words. She felt his presence approaching. She was getting all flustered and nervous. She knew that she was blushing furiously; it was a curse that was bestowed upon her at birth.
�Mila?� she heard, and she looked up trying to act as natural as possible, and there he stood towering above her, a man she didn�t know, yet knew so intimately. She smiled.
�Yeah. Sean?�
�That�s me,� he replied, extending his hand. She shook it feeling awkward at such formalities. He sat down in front of her and she had the chance to scrutinize him closely. He was 17 years her senior but it didn�t show. He looked mature, and had a couple of facial lines but time had been kind to him. She realised that she had been staring closely, because he was grinning at her, almost knowing what she was thinking. She blushed once again and looked down at her hands, but his hand cupped her face and lifted it so that her eyes met his.
�I�ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,� he said. She nodded in agreement.
He reminded her that he was meant to show her the sites, be her personal guide, so they left the caf� and strolled along side by side, like friends rather than people who had just met for the first time.
They walked down to the beach and removed their shoes as they let the water splash onto their feet. They spoke about their lives. Their likes and dislikes. They knew so much about each other already but everything just seemed so new. Pleasantries aside they were soon laughing together, and relating stories about heir lives. Every so often their eyes would meet and she knew that they were both wondering the same thing. What next? When? Soon?
They sat down onto the warm sand to savour the sun�s rays. He removed his T-shirt to reveal a lean, tanned body, she noticed in admiration. Feeling more at ease she slid her top over her head, and she felt his gaze settle on her ample breasts that were covered in a tiny bikini top. They spoke more but the conversation was strained. There were other things on their mind.
He stood up and offered his hand for assistance. She took it and he pulled her up suddenly causing her to fall against his chest, and their bodies to come into full contact. She felt shivers travel down her spine and she wondered whether he was getting the same effect. They straightened themselves but their hands remained locked together and that�s how they walked back to his place. Slowly. Hand in hand. Few words exchanged.
(to be continued)
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